Zach will politely excuse himself to find the others, asking that Bob meet them by the new guildhouse whenever he's free. He runs back to the guildhouse, hoping that someone will still be there. He finds himself inexplicably angry. "Eleven...." he mutters, under his breath.

It hits to virtually no effect. Boobs catches it, and eventually it is disposed of in a proper hearthfire while the staff receives a lecture on the burning of dead watermelons. Your dagger is promptly returned, while a young dwarf matron scolds you about throwing pointy things in the restaurant.

Zach will politely excuse himself to find the others, asking that Bob meet them by the new guildhouse whenever he's free. He runs back to the guildhouse, hoping that someone will still be there. He finds himself inexplicably angry. "Eleven...." he mutters, under his breath.

Your new digs are leaking poison fog and surrounded by dwarves in the feudal equivalent of hazmat suits.